I have been thinking about the use of the word SHEEPLE to designate the ‘unwoken’ regulating humanity to the ‘herd’ instinct paradigm…
Now whilst I will agree that it is a reasonably close analogy it has always left me feeling that it is both a trifle insulting (sheep had no say in this and might well have objected if they did) and a little too narrow in its possible terms of focus…ie you are EITHER asleep and a sheep or awake and not a sheep….hmmmm….and while I was thinking about something else entirely an idea came to me.

These are ‘humans’ we are describing and any analogy, I feel, is better kept within available descriptive paradigms which are of the ‘human’ condition…

I would like to forward the idea that a good analogy would be framed to take account of the degree of shadings which are readily apparent in the ‘woken’ of this ‘human’ society of ours.

Enter the new paradigm (bear with me eh xx)The Frankenstein Paradigm

Let us assume that:
The Elite are the Doctor Frankensteins… the 1%,
The Frankenstein Monster itself is governments, corporations, etc.
Igor would equate to the media, police, or other state actors

then there are ‘WE’ the people…
My paradigm offers 4 classifications, more would cloud the issue too much I think, so..

Remember the story, the world was made up of, by majority, individuals who were too far removed from the scene of action to have any idea anything at all was happening anywhere else to where they happen to be…we can call them the BU’s which is short for Blissfully Unawares….

Now we come to the ‘Awake,’ portrayed in the story by the Crowd of Villagers, of whom there are three (3) types:

The Main Mob, which are made up of those who both drifted and are dragged along by their proximity (to the remaining other two types) at the right time and place for the lighting of TORCHES …..we can refer to them as MM’s, these are fairly directionless and unfocused and can be easily distracted if they lag too far behind, even wandering off to do something completely different like buy a bag of chips (who knows with them)…and in the worst case scenario they could simply slide back to BU status…

Then we have the TORCH BEARERS…yeah, you’re catching on here…the TB’s, these are the ones who are awake and in an educational role, they research and put out information at all levels, they range from the Assange Wikileaks and on and on through all who shed light in dark places to see what scuttles for the shadows, these are the light shiners exposing the monster for what it is, so that the last type of ‘human’ in this story can coalesce and step in..

The PITCH FORK and CUDGEL KEEPER’s, or for short the T’PHACKers, almost always these people have extensive familiarity with the work of the TB’s and most started out as TB’s themselves, but their sheer anger has driven them to take the next step of actually attempting to bring justice to the world by ridding it of the monster they see by the light shone by the TB’s…these are the front line activists who organise the protests ,rallies, ‘actions’ etc. They bring the light into the real world , the world the governments and corporations etc put a pretty face on for, the world that the BU’s inhabit without really focussing on…

The T’PHAKers can also be identified by their habit, while on demos and protests and the like, of adding their name to causes for added impetus and weight.. cries of …T’PHACK with Austerity… and …Fracking get T’PHAK… ring out to hold those responsible ( Dr F and FM’s) in fear and dread that the Igor’s might not this time stop the T’PHACKers getting through to them. The most mobile and committed to change by almost any means, they T’PHACKers are a force to be reckoned with…
The story mechanics should be relatively plain to see by now I think…

So what possible outcomes are there available in ANY given situation….

Sit 1)
Dr F, FM and Igor (no I’m not going to reduce his name to an I…everything gets to feeling far to personal if I do…that was I as in me not Igor k…I think….) do their work so well and quietly no one notices a thing except perhaps for one or two of the MM’s to half raise their heads….
Whatever FM was made is instituted quietly in society and no one notices any real change…this situation is the norm…

Sit 2)

Dr F, FM do equally as well as in the above but…Igor gets sloppy and drops a head on the way home to the lab…the MM’s are looking up in numbers now but as long as the head is brushed under the carpet quickly enough by something big happening, like a royal wedding for instance, most of the MM’s will go on about their daily grind without comment…however I did say ‘MOST’, some however SAW the head and are now talking about it!. They then become TB’s, TB’s shining lights is not a desirable thing for Dr F and his FM…the Igors know this and attempt a cover up…by buying the silence of the TB’s if they can, or by vilifying them unmercilessly so the MM’s believe them to be mad and unreliable even as MM’s, this can lead to one of two outcomes, 1) the TB’s become depressed and isolated , withdraws from the world and all in it, and effectively neutralises themselves thus reducing themselves to BU’s (though now they are ‘sensitised’ BU’s, and startle easily into renewed action as TB’s , they coud be termed as having ‘one eye open ‘ all the time), or, they become even more vociferous and shout loudly at anyone nearby which results in the MM’s assuring themselves with the help of the Igor’s that the TB’s were mad as tinfoil hatters(TFH’s) and only fit to be laughed at…this situation is becoming more the norm than the norm (see above) because the Igors are becoming increasingly bad at doing what they do…
There is a codicil…the MM’s have had some members ‘shaved’ off their ranks who now are listening to the TB’s and even helping the TB’s spread the light…they were close enough to the TB’s to see the head perhaps, might even have caught it whilst taking a selfie, whatever, more are aware than before…

Sit 3)
Dr F has miscalculated and FM is producing unwanted phenomena which are having notable effects on the MM’s…Igors again cover up as best they can but it was too blatant a breach and the Local MM’s are listening to the TB’s whose complaints previously have been sounding so long that the MM’s recognise them at last through a sort of folk memory reflex, enough new TB’s have now been lit up for the clearer sighted TB’s(or maybe just the more logical) to see the FM very clearly and they morph into T’PHACKers. The strident mating calls of the T’PHACKers attract more MM’s from the BU’s…
Now we must look at critical mass…when a sufficient number of the BU’s become MM’s and a sufficient number of the MM’s become TB’s and shine enough light for a sufficient increase in T’PHACKers to start raising the ‘Hue and Cry’ is when the T’PHACKer’s suck in any ‘drifters’ from the surrounding BU’s areas and IF enough torches are being lit quickly enough and enough T@PHACKers are yeling “T’PHACK! Together… a Critical Mass begins to form and once formed then rolls out to deal with the situation caused by Dr F, his FM and the Igors…
Often in under lit situations the TB’s get disheartened and fall away and Dr F and his team win again largely by default.
It is only occasionally that sufficient LIGHT is carried and shone that the T’PHACKers finally reach the given target. Where, if they gather and shout T’PHACK loudly and long enough the proverbial ‘walls of Jericho can and will come tumbling down…

Here’s to the TB’s and the T’PHACKers who have worked so hard for so long and in the case of the TB’s almost unnoticed. The T’PHACKers are the ones usually recognised as the ‘leading lights’ and ‘hero’s and heroines’ when a cause is won .
Someone else called them the ‘wayseers’ which is a good enough description for the TB’s but falls short slightly for the T’PHACKers who have the added duty of clearing the way through the undergrowth to get to the FM’s and subsequently it is hoped hold the Dr F’s to account.

In that dark and gloomy place
at first I did’nt see her face
and carelessly assumed
her body marks were tattoos…

two steps nearer

a clearer view
the black and purple showing through
no tattoo, no tattoo…..no…
…no…
……….NO!…not tattoos!…
just bruise
ON bruiseON bruiseON BRUISE!...

our training is to ‘steam right in’ but …
I didn’t know….
where to begin….
and so I stalled,
the briefest moment
stomach knotting
in acid foment…..

…and then I saw her eyes…

I …
I thought …
I thought I
had seen it all
and was practically immune
but something left inside me…
something deep inside me…
hiding in the shadows…
of an internal room…
much like this one….
SHE is in
….b….r
o
…k…..e…
tears welled
for eyes that could no longer see
tears filled
and overflowed
………………..filled and overflowed…
………………………….filled and overflowed…
for this fractured woman…

What tenderness may I now offer thee
sweet child…sweet child…OH sweet child…
…………………………….
I cannot…
raise my hand…
to touch…
for fear I’d see you flinch…

though
I have seen it
oft’ enough
to know
by both instinct
and by training…
You are beyond pain now….
beyond any aid there may be…
…in my hands…
beyond all help at my command…
but…
I WILL take CARE of YOU now…
Fractured woman…
…broken girl…
and to try to hide my tears
I’ll fight
when I put my child to bed
when I hold her close and tight
and wish and hope that she
will NOT
end up…
like this girl….this girl…
I tend tonight,
this fractured woman…

Yours

Did you stop to LOOK…
at the picture,
I mean REALLY LOOK…
AT THE PICTURE!
Someones daughter
someones child…
or was a
‘flicked glance’
enough…
as it is too…
‘wicked’
to let inside…

I invite you to look again
as if it were a child of yours
had suffered so much pain…
what would you not do
to bring her back to life the same
as before the bruising
the fracturing and
abusing….

You that pause and look once more
whose tears attempt
to heal
each graze and sore

…are blessed…
the devil take then all the rest
though they may
have eyes
they do not see
and thus they
can show no empathy
…and
would walk on by
the fractured woman
….listen through
the screaming walls
….pretend it’s really
“Not my business”
and so on
ad infinitum
as another
and another…
fractured woman
falls…

View 3

The Policeman

We found the photo…
it was on the floor,
it showed she hadn’t moved far
just as far

as the last

bruise threw her…
We worked that out

by comparison…

Image and body

Body and image…

One last bludgeoned bruise…

And I can’t get beyond this…

She was alive

And then

…gone…

There were other pictures

…scattered around…

…from the happy faced girl

meeting her ‘dream’…

through a series which seems

so obscene…

as it shows her descent into hell

and then her demise…

told by the storybook

of the light in her eyes…

sparkle to…dull

sparkle to dull.

God knows I deal with some scum in this job

…but this…THIS is the work of an ANIMAL
or worse…
a MADMAN…
not an ‘out of control’ madman, a lunatic!

This one’s SO controlled

in his controlling

it’s beyond the verge of sick…

…I wonder…

Is there another picture…
in a pocket

or ‘safe’ place

To be ‘treasured’…

was she ‘paraded’ on Facebook…
for social media ‘whores’ to say
such a pretty girlfriend …
while off the screen
no one heard
her scream!

Breaking News…We learn today that Queen Elizabeth is suffering from internal problems and may be ‘unfit for further duties’ according to a well placed leak (not Wikileaks this time). Palace staff refused to be drawn on the matter but a highly respected source confirmed the leak is both factual and could endanger her safety.

Queen Elizabeth suffered an internal malfunction which according to our well placed source resulted in a major evacuation of semen from her orifices. It is as yet unknown why such a malfunction of her tubes should have occurred , our source indicated that it may be due to an “excessively large shaft being forced into too tight a hole, which resulted in severe friction when the queen was ‘put through her paces’, our source said that, ‘The Queen was a very noisy ride when flat out and none of the semen present appeared alarmed when she started shrieking and squealing a bit as they knew it to be normal for her to do so when pressed hard with a large shaft up her tube’ one was overheard to say that ‘she wasn’t lubricating enough to take the oversized shaft and even though semen Staines attempted to slow the shaft and its motion it was to no avail, the tube wearing and splitting, causing semen to run in all directions away from the scene of the shafted Queen.
The nation waits with bated breath to see if the Queen can have her tubes salvaged or whether this could be the end for her…

Well Turdfreezer’s Brexit plans are in freefall SO MUCH for strong and stable…
I cannot help but laugh out loud and long at the sheer irony of Turdfreezer’s alliance with the DUP becoming such a stumbling block for the Turdfreezers little ‘kitten’ heeled feet… so there straight away is the first thin missing from the cartoon. there should be a rope around her feet flapping wildly in the slipstream and above her a ‘following great fat unionist fembot flailing downwards at her with a shillelagh, the other end of said rope attached to the fembots neck with a noose…
But wait there is something else missing from the cartoon…and that is where the SNP figurehead comes into play…correct in the detail of the parachute of INDEPENDENCE which when deployed will haul Scotland up short and allow it to float serenely downwards, which is the point of the cartoon in the first place.

The cartoon fails to realise it’s FULL potential here though and what is missing is yet another rope..this time attached to Nickedthejodaffyer Sturgeon’s waistband, this is a longer rope than the DUP rope and its end is tied firmly round Turdfreezers neck…get the picture now people….
Turdfreezers days are numbered down into hours and minutes…as are the days of the DUP and the union itself… they are going to be decapitated forever with this fall at this speed and hopefully once these two snakes heads are severed the rest of us can live in peace and prosperity whilst the headless Turdy party acolytes writhe off into the political wilderness for ever more!
Add to that the effect of the UN condemnation of this government and it’s treatment of the most vulnerable I would hope that the populace see sense and demand that the Turdy party become a banned and proscribed political terrorist group…with the DUP being given similar short shrift, never more to darken these shores with their royalist shite….
So given the above there is a third thing missing from this cartoon… go on have a guess…no….try again…oh ok I will give you a clue…obvious really …it is a third rope attached this time to the DUP fembot’s foot and fitting snugly round the monarch’s neck!

All those in favour of a brand new start after a clean sweep through say AYE!

PS SNP should now stand for Short Noose Party

PPS…See I can write a post about Turdfreezer WITHOUT swearing(it was exceptionally hard but I exceptionally loved this cartoon…thank you to this excellent site on facefuck (oops failed at the last gasp PMSL…)

No one detests the Turdies more than I…and the fact that they were Turds enough to choose the Turdfreezer (pictured above) as their ‘leader’ (FFS) only serves to make me detest them even more. This inhuman piece of garbage should rot forever in the Public Stocks for what IT has done to these lands…and the folk that ‘exist’ (I won’t say live, it is less that that for too many) here.
So it should go without saying that I also detest all and any that might help keep IT and IT’s thick as pigshit chums where they find themselves today which unfortunately is defiling the corridors and benches of the Houses of Commons ,yeah yeah I know, I have little love to spare for that institution either BUT given the fact it is extant and given the fact that it IS (or is supposed to be ) THE place where the ‘elected’ representatives of the people decide and make legislation which controls the UK’s people IN THE INTERESTS OF THE PEOPLE it should not be populated by FUCKING MILLIONAIRES whose allegiances are questionable to say the FUCKING LEAST

If you have been paying the slightest attention to what occurs in that place you WILL realise (or you bloody well ought to) that ANY proposed amendments to bills passing through there which ameliorate the poverty inducing effects of said bills have been (to use their euphemism) ‘talked down’ by sheer COCKWAFFLING Turdy party members…ask yourself ….CUI BONO, or WHO BENEFITS and every time it is the FUCKING RICH as they get richer off our misery and poverty!

We have a government of kleptocrats intent on kleptoing anything they can even if it is FUCKING NAILED DOWN!…they have systematically carpetbagged the entirety of the UK’s wealth and assets and they haven’t even got a decent majority which might in some way justify their actions (no they are not justifiable at all ever…). Look at who they put in charge of the NHS a spunkstain of a shitebag Germy Cunt that wrote a FUCKING BOOK on dismantling it!…and what about that spat out blowjob of a foreign secretary, for crying out loud is the prospect of the out break of all out war not horrifying enough without knowing that the VERY BEST efforts were made to avoid such happening, BOJO as it is affectionately and laughably known can’t string together a coherent sentence of a simple kind like “I have shit myself” (he would get that wrong too many times out of ten to) let alone deal with matters of grave international concern with world leaders who know the difference between noughts and crosses and chess and can play both…simultaneously…in the dark…and wearing blindfolds…and what about Pisstreak PATEL who works for the Israeli zionists for fucks sake! ( thank feck she has been sidelined for a while, though there is every reason to believe that she will either become the next Hollywood heroine in an action film or possibly the PM of the UK for her TREASON)

Once upon a time my mind used to BOGGLE at what these skidmarks got up to but I cannot in all honesty say that it does anymore for it is just the logical conclusion drawn from that which BOGGLED my mind back in Thatcher’s days of running the UK into the ground. When are the people of this land ever going to WAKE UP and smell the corruption, will they ever!, I won’t hold my breath ok…

…and I suppose I am liable to be arrested for ANY of the above that I have written down…go ahead arrest me lets have it out in court! Turdfreezer May and her shitlicker cohorts and their shitsucking judges and shitstained enforcement agents (don’t get me started on FUCKING G4s…….) bring it fucking on!

( I would like to apologise for my swearing at this juncture but I REALLY held myself back as it is and what is said above is about as mild and objective as I could manage…my piss boils to quote an old blogger I used to know….)

Cold winds blow, white snow flies…been moved on from warmth by the revenue guys… twas only a doorway of a closed down shop… but it was out of the snow …and most of the wind had stopped…”a thousand pounds” one said to me “is what you’ll be charged if we see…your face round here again”…I almost laughed, I almost cried, the tear that welled… froze… while still in my eye…I shuffled off, too cold to walk… my breathing wracked by the cold air cough…I have come to know so well…cold wind blows… snow, white lies, and keeps on falling from leaden skies…
that’s when I found the santa hat, laying like a pointing hand… I grabbed it… followed its mute command…into this dark park…
white wind whips, cold snow grows…cuts like a knife through all my clothes… and saps the energy that I had…I really need to rest… as frozen feet make walking bad…no place to get out of this…wild wind…I wonder dimly just how I sinned…to deserve this…
white wind howls, the ice snow flurries…and passes through me… removing worries…of anything other than finding… warmth…its a bitter wind blows from the north…across this open space…I find a bench, and read its plaque…and sit ,at least the wind is at my back…and for its warmth…I wear the hat…and huddled down , through slitted eyes I watch the bobble fall and rise…with the wind…
Snow blows, the wind a slashing blade…I no longer care to be afraid…but I know…in all this snow…I must’nt…MUSTN’T…close..my eyes…so hard to breathe the freezing air…through shivering lips and shuddering chest… I must , I must… find some rest…snow settles, wind nettles, through clothes to skin within…eyelids drop…dreams begin….NO MUSTN’T!… close my eyes and look within…for warmth…but I do…Nose itches for a sneeze bleeding snot onto my knees…and as I watch the silver drops…the snow ceases…and wind eases…long enough to feel some warmth…my bodies energy flooding forth…and strangely satisfied…I closed my eyes……thats when I died…
The last thing on my mind…is thanks…to the one whose bench I sit upon …donated …in Memorium.

(copyright waived for attribution…Neil Mc Neil 2017 if this ‘doggerel saves one life by spurring action in anothers heart…its purpose is served…bless all who make the effort without which the homeless die)
Namaste…

It has now been just a shade over 6, yes I sad SIX,years and a hell of a lot of urine has flowed through the sewers quite a few chocolate logs and hordes of those rat like things commonly known as politicians…
Yes I had another site through some of that time until I ran out of cash and couldn’t afford to renew the domain name registration thingymabobwotsit. Many great and wondrous pieces of citizen journalism have now been lost forever due to my becoming a victim of POVERTY…I know, I know it is a sad indictment of this our once great system that I am rendered thus into the pages of a Dickensian novel on steroids…
I would have resurrected this blog WHEN the domain thingymabobwotsit ran out to ensure continuity for you my dedicated readers and followers but…I forgot the password to get into a) this blog and b) the email account that I set this blog up with and it has taken a good couple of years to work patiently through my memory banks several tons of scraps of paper with expired notes and passwords on and then when that had failed to sit with another 999,000,000 chimps with typewriters to help hone it down to it’s logical conclusion…getting back in AND it worked here I am again but there is a small continent of apeshit and banana peels to clean up for my troubles….
Don’t worry the cleaning lady will be in next Friday, until then if it smells a bit ripe in here you know why k xx
So this is a sort of tester of a blog to see if the search engines still remember how to crawl in this direction and over the next few days I will see if I can remember how to 1) post a blog. 2)check if links and stuff still work. 3) find out if any of the old bloggers remember who the feck I am. 4) see if I have anything to say worth saying (probably not as it would be a shame to spoil a thus far unblemished record of tripe! and 5)start taking pot shots at the vermin that infest our so called Parliament ( I may take a few potshots at other administrative regimes around the possibly global flat or toroidal earth as well although that may be a bit ambitious at the moment as I am forced to try to make a living somehow as well).
One can perhaps deduce from the following ‘BALD’ statement that a mahoosive amount is no longer the same with me as it was previously…are you ready for it?…NO! not that IT! the bald statement..egad I can see you lot are as bad as ever you were…I am HOMELESS! (told you a lot had happened)
I wonder if anyone still has a link to this drivel (sorry)…site…I suppose that will become clear one day or not as the case may be…
So if you are reading this …welcome back or if you have been here waiting patiently for another post to come along consider yourself either vindicated or terminally stupid as I did leave a post saying I had moved….

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